I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

“Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.”- Mary Oliver


… And this was where i was at 8 am , with JJ cutting Chip’s hair.” Make sure everyone sees my muscles” Chip said. And I have to say, it was a Papa Bob moment. He flexed a lot and used to ask us, “Is this the body of an 80 year-old?” (And no, Chip is still a youngster at 66. Nice legs, though.)

Also, I wanted to tell you this. Years ago, our Mud Bay Road neighbor and pretty well-known mosaic artist,  Sharon Svenson, knitted a special hat for me, from Chip for Christmas.It’s got to be 30 years old. It may have even been made before our fifth child joined us from a Bulgarian orphanage.

Chip asked Sharon to put children on it.  It’s very warm and has ear flaps, which are critical in this extreme cold. I wear it all the time. This morning, after my walk, out of curiosity, I counted those  knitted boys and girls circling my head. I have never done that before. Turns out that there are 12. We have 12 grandchildren now with the addition of Ella’s boys. I know. Right?

Yes, whereever I stand or sit or even look these days, I am blessed.

Look around– I bet you will see that you are too. ( I really wish this for you.)